The Most Random System

"I just don’t like knives, that’s why I deliberately didn’t figure it out to avoid seeing this tragic ending! Why doesn’t Old Jian understand my good intentions? X is really pitiful! I even want to write a novel called ’The Sacrifice of Unknown X’."

Bai Bufan covered his face, whispering in pain and unwillingness.

"Feels like you’re the kind of person who’d cry while watching a Knife Forging Competition, lamenting how many knives there are in this show." Lin Li sneered.

"Ah, sadness makes my poetic inspiration burst,"

Bai Bufan ignored Lin Li, as writing a book was too hard. He just wanted to come up with a haiku, so he took a deep breath:

"Jian Jian big idiot,

Baka Baka,

But not annoying."

Lin Li gave a thumbs up: "That’s hilarious, and ’Baka Baka’? I’m more like ’Gala Gala’."

The poem evaluation results are back, and the poem is because of owing.

"Compared to ’Gala Gala,’ I still prefer the green onion duck with built-in seasoning,"

Bai Bufan laughed, casually throwing the test paper onto the table, leaning back in a slightly give-up pose:

"Let’s set Old Jian aside for now, tsk, how did it become the end of the term already, so annoying."

"What’s there to be annoyed about, shouldn’t you be looking forward to the winter break instead?" Lin Li glanced at him.

Bai Bufan’s family wasn’t the kind to immediately give severe lectures just because his grades slipped by a few ranks. Although they hoped for good grades, they didn’t take it too seriously, so the pressure of exams shouldn’t be that big.

"I’m not worried about the academic finals, there’s a PE class in the afternoon, it’s the PE finals that I’m worried about."

Bai Bufan scratched the wooden desk with his fingers, producing a teeth-gritting sound.

"That, huh." Lin Li paused.

It was true, You Jun—the PE teacher for the fourth class—did mention last week that there would be a PE test this week.

As for next Monday and Tuesday’s PE classes?

They would naturally either be self-study or be requisitioned.

The physical test items are nothing more than the 50-meter run, long jump, pull-ups, and a 1000-meter run.

"Bufan, hearing you say it like that makes me a little nervous too,"

Lin Li, changing from his previous laziness, laughed filled with malice, leaning forward, whispering into Bai Bufan’s ear:

"Imagine, Bai Bufan, you’re standing in front of the pull-up bar, your arms shaking like dried leaves in the wind.

You desperately pull up, but your body doesn’t move an inch—can’t do a single one, hehe, not a single one~

Sweat drips down from your forehead, stinging your eyes and making you squint, but your vision is still blurred as you see the group of girls around.

They’re gathered in a circle, covering their mouths snickering, pointing and laughing: ’Oh my god, Bai Bufan’s pull-ups are just like Wang Ze my grandma’s pet pig, it’s a zero.’

Dingding, Jiujiu, Ying Bao, their laughter pierces your ears like needles, your face turns red with embarrassment, wishing you could crawl into a hole.

You still want to try hard, struggling, but your arm muscles are weak and limp, your body swaying, and finally ’thud’ down onto the ground, dust puffing up.

The girls’ laughter explodes, drowning you like a tide—the embarrassment is even deadlier than failing a final exam..."

Bai Bufan: "?"

Lin Li paused, lowering his voice even further, with a snake-like coldness:

"It’s not over yet, next is the 1000-meter run.

Two and a half laps, Bai Bufan, you can barely hold it together at the start, but as soon as the first lap is over, your legs feel like they’re filled with lead, every step on a knife’s edge, the second lap, your breathing is the rasping of a broken bellows, your lungs burning like they’re on fire, right?

Haha, now it’s the final half lap~tsk, that’s when it’s hell.

A strong metallic taste rises in your throat, the rusty sweetness stuck in your throat, every breath feels like swallowing broken glass.

Your vision starts to blacken, the track twisting before your eyes, only your heavy panting and thundering is in your ears—thump, thump, thump, you don’t think that’s the sound of your heartbeat, do you? Wrong, Bufan, that’s the death knell tolling.

The finish line is clearly right in front of you, yet it seems like an unreachable illusion.

The moment you finish, you collapse to the ground, the metallic taste turning into dry heaves, your body shaking as if dismantled.

That exhaustion isn’t just fatigue, it’s the despair of having your soul drained..."

Bai Bufan: "(;☉_☉)?!!"

"What the hell!!!!"

"Lin Li, you damn bastard!! A pure bastard!!!" Bai Bufan couldn’t hold it in any longer, standing up and pointing at Lin Li’s nose, he cursed, "Is this something a human would do?"

Huang Yi and Zhou Jiana, who just returned from the bathroom to the doorway, heard and quickly went back to their seats to properly study for the finals.

"Lin Li, with those icy words just now, seriously, aerobic organisms wouldn’t say that, anaerobic organisms wouldn’t say that, only anaerobic avoiding organisms could say it, right?"

Bai Bufan was angrily grimacing.

Laughing angrily, really laughed angrily.

Lin Li didn’t argue back despite being scolded, just kept smiling: "Sweating all over, aren’t you?"

Bai Bufan: "Damn it!"

Already starting to feel tired.

The description, Lin Li’s description was too vivid, it’s like he really experienced it—oh crap, almost forgot Lin Li had the same physique as me before, really went through that.

Can this vividness be insincerely expressed?

"Pull-ups are still okay, I have thick skin, no big deal, just hang there for a bit and it’s over," unable to retort, and truly nervous about that, Bai Bufan resignedly slumped back into his seat:

"Just hope today’s PE class tests only the first three items and leaves the 1000-meter run for the next one, so I can live a little longer."